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Jesus Christ was a gangsta rapper They killed him then he came back and made a platinum album The path that travels like the dragon shadow Invisible to CIA camera angles They got a file on every rap group They killed the last man that had proof They after me for information that I have too

Artist: Wu-Syndicate f/ Ill Knob, Trigga Album:  Wu-Syndicate Song:   Bust a Slug Typed by: [email protected] [Chorus: Trigga - Money Makin' Operation] We famous decorators Outlaws with the force with the Money Makers Wu-Tang when we bang we be regulators Player haters can't play us cuz the thugs obey us Bust a slug to save us [Joe Mafia] Straight missle, spit false gristle, snapper time Pop the tops off of Anaheims, tropic refined Extortin air time, imported from the Mason-Dixon Line Look at my frigid eyes, fake fucks describe Slap 'em paralyzed, analyze the lies Kinetic, my word is all I have, slaughter trash Monster mash, half ass on the war path Suffer land, give a fuck, grand crashin the Pan Am My squad Van Damme, the shit was suntan VA so tanned, without the beenie rap, who? Hoodini rap, Mussolini stack, Lambourghini crash Kiss the genie lamp, henny big, excellency No fake shit, wrong recipe, war speciality Meet the headless heat [Trigga - Money Makin' Operation] Recognize, direct from them cats that fantasize It's that nigga Trigga, Medallion Isle drug dealer I slaughter pace on the reels, no more dough waste This paper chase got me in the eyes of snakes Brutalize projects, caught up with the fake True villain, when I vacate I'm Cold Chillin Niggaz spillin, picture the man, ice grillin Gats with the muffle, groove on with my hustle For 25 years of tears and no fears Money Makers, Wu-Syndicate takin it, yeah Let it be clear, Medallion Isle, we foul Klik Ga Bow move man, woman and child It's the swarm, Russ Prez smokin a storm Far from norm, life legacy live long Represent, I reside in eternal torment Often survivors of abortion, lampin in coffins Forcin, yea, wrap your tear in extortions Yea, big before I return hit the porcellain [Ill Knob - K.G.B.] The K, the G, the B, Ill Knob bring the ruckus Cuz I don't got time for these faggots, they frontin But I'm about to break em out the havoc with the fire I battle water, what you order? You would run far from the slaughter I'm gunnin out whoevers in the order the hitch out, no bitch out I'm cold bloody, nigga, get your rich out A nigga ditch out for yourself and your family Cuz I don't want nobody layin, handin me I'm livin life, profanity, insanity Because I'm not sane, insane When I rockin on the block I gots to push my cane Got to live in this life, baby, times is trife Have to be on my side if you playin my wife No knife come between us, married to my Syndicate Niggaz see this, playa hate and try to be this It's hard to beat us and you don't wanna be this When you warmin up ya fist, you don't wanna be missed Buck! Buck! Bust a slug back, what the fuck? [Myalansky] This is yea, three burners, made Tina Turner dance Probably you kidin me, only my man bust outta me I was gotta slicin the pot by about a three Dicks for them niggaz that snitch, whoever shot at me? All up on my shit, pussies plottin three days to 'bout a week Wu-Syndicate, most hypnitated 'cross the E-N-T Entire, niggaz collapse and raid the empire Where the stash at? Cryin, he broke, a damn liar Yolk for the smoke, back room, medallion man croke Now kneal, no jokes, get back, take it, no damn moat Joke, lock the dough, pussy, stay down, lay down Slow Napolean, get the duct tape, cave it for cash flow Biography, million of my fans get painted robbery A to Z enyclopedia, color photography Penitentuary rhyme, soft get they ass took Street turn, patiently speakin, you know the math Make bitch niggaz ballerina, pull up they tu-tu Smacked up in front of your bra, what his man do? Eyes gluded to my right hand Don't rush me, what that bitch nigga scream? Runnin through traffic like lightnin My loud boss screamin, yellin for wifin You see that shit, another hit, Wu-Syndicate Myalansky, Joe Mafia, Napolean, collie on Marlon Brando rap, your rolie on '97 bar, tighten storm door, war was on '98, a twisted rate, kidnap and solemnly swore to my pa', give my last call, pass the shoe horn Don't shoot guys, calmly move on, totally we groove on We above your valley cleaner, who clapped, Sally seen her Black '97 beamer, bitch niggaz ballerina Niggaz dance [Chorus (x3)] [Outro: Trigga] Famous decorators, yea, yea Poison Clan... *echo*

🎶🎤 "...I'd love to go back to when we played as kids / but things changed... / That's just the way it is..." 🎧🎶 #92867 #ohhla #music

Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end... (He was ready!)

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